‘So, Doc, since you’re going to kill me anyway, why not just tell me what this is all about?’
He smiled arrogantly back and shook his pale head, then he raised his arm and targeted McCall down the sights of the gun again.
‘My dear, this is not some film where the villain clarifies the plot, makes a full confession and is then foiled by the dashing hero just in the nick of time. No, I’m afraid you need to figure this one out for yourself. Especially as the dashing hero is dead.’ He glanced up into the air as if considering for a moment, then just as quickly, his gaze and his weapon returned to McCall once again. ‘Well, with whatever time you have left anyway.’ He smiled odiously and drew closer, his movements slow and deliberate, almost as if he was dancing towards her.
‘No? No ideas? No
